I am..fucking irritated with the way people talk to me.

They just don't seem to bother with making themselves sound better, as in, the ideas that their words will make me have on them.

It's...so....annoying, i don't know how.

Anyway, I possibly am turning into a giraffe. I have..a...spot.

On my face. A fucking mole.

I wasn't born with it, it came last week or something. Initially i thought it was just a black head, until even my mom said it was a mole after observing it.

.................NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

1)What if it gets bigger and pops out?

.....

I am going to call and ask my godfather to do something about it.

Seriously, this mole issue got me so distressed last night. I buried my face into my pillow, and cried out, without tears, just screaming.

I was telling people about it and somebody actually said he's willing to marry me no matter what.

Thanks..

But if my mole had a idea its going to be so close to your disgusting face it would probably just...vanish.

I'm kicking up such a big fuss because i wasn't born with that horrible thing on my face. And boy, it's getting more and more visible!

If I don't do anything about it, I am not Verbiagelover. ...I'm going to ask the god-of-fortune to pity me and let me go for plastic surgery. MUAHAHAH anyway, he gives a big damn about my appearance. He wants me to look like a shu3 nu 3 : Long hair(ironically he disapproves of extensions) , fair skin, AND HE HOPES i'll tone down and be less crazy, impossible though. =x

Unless something very.... serious happens to me. Like my hamster passing away, my 'husband' divorcing me, etc.

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